| Junkie Woei Hern Fill me, fill me crashing down pounding skull glazed eye focusing......nothing mind racing a thousand thoughts through the thick dust it itches me I'm scratching skin's tingling I'm bleeding claw myself something I can't quench and I lie, exhausted dying, surviving gasping, collapsed prickly still, flooding me all over gazing skywards towards the moon such a healthy glow evil pervades the air I succumb much as I try not to too late yet not......if I can last till dawn hours yet to come time to myself and perverse thoughts that courses through me equalled by regret and repentence who will forgive me save myself and God for dawn breaks new hope another white sheet yet to be stained. |